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Now I can breathe
turn my insides out and smother me.
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M istika, I turned fifteen. I'm an optimist, but it wouldn't hurt for me to be a lil' bit pessimistic. Yes, I'm abnormal, period. Tagboard
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Saturday, May 16, 2009
Burn, burn, burn baby burn. Umm, don't mind the title. It's a song for god's sake. Spend my morning, snoring till the alarm rang at 11++ Faried's sms woke me up, more or less. Hah, thank you dearest. I can't sms too much, cause' my bill's, exploding. And I don't wanna impose on my parents, although, I think I already am. I wanna get that camera, please, get me those 7As. Satruday. I'm suddenly hooked on to Taylor's songs. Brings back the memories. I think I should install songs onto my blog. Yeah, maybe I should. And it's time to change my skin. Since, I'm soooo freee. Exams aren't officailly over, but, beats mugging for MALAY. Yeah, brb, with a new skin. == 1449hours. I'm backk, and I've changed my skinsxsxsxsxsz. I'm satisfied. I'm pretty sure I'll get bored of it, soon after. Damn, I haven't do my prayers yet. Zuhri called, twice. Talked for awhile, texting Faried. Rasyid's going skatepark. Blooooody hell. I'm stuck at home .___. Mundane. Oh yes, I forgot, exams aren't over, that's why. Blooooody hell, I need to go catch a movie. June holidays drawing near, okay, set, I'll make plans then :}}}}
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Let's runaway now
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